*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Chell-Speck. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
This is just a quick little tale.
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Substituting rum for gin as she read the classic recipe for a Tom Collins, Linda Boudreaux decided to wait and add the club soda just before serving. Her current boarder, a sweet twenty year old boy named Charles had said he would bring his friend Noel Ridgelow to interview for the room.
Linda Boudreaux had rented out two rooms in her four bedroom home to two male students, students of the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. Linda had been back in her element, the element of mothering two lovely young men. On a bitterly cold day in late January, Linda had prepared mugs of hot buttered rum, then asked the two young men if they could help her with a problem. The problem the attractive fifty two year old woman had, was she needed cock.
"Must be a menopausal thing; I've never behaved in such a lascivious, wanton manner before," Linda thought as she heard the familiar sound of Charles's Nissan pulling to a stop in front of the house. "Oh, I do wish that boy would have those brakes looked at; they sound terrible."
Linda poured the club soda into the tall glasses when she heard the front door open. She carried the three glasses on a tray to the living room.
Entering the living room, Linda nearly dropped the tray. Charles had not said Noel Ridgelow was African-American. Charles had not said that Noel Ridgelow was six feet, seven inches tall. Charles had not said that Noel Ridgelow sported shoulder length dreadlocks.
"Hello; I'm Linda Boudreaux," Linda said, regaining her composure. "You must be Noel."
"I uh, yes ma'am," the young man smiled a genuinely warm smile. "Ms. Linda, everyone calls me 'Ridge.'"
"Ridge? I, I would think they call you Mountain," Linda smiled, indicating a seat on the loveseat.
She waved Charles to the recliner while she took the couch, close to where Noel perched on the loveseat. Charles accepted the glass and took a gulp.
Linda tried to put out of her mind the fact that the polite young man was black. She tried to put out of her mind the fact that the young man looked large, intimidating. At least his pants weren't dangling around his knees, exposing his boxers. His pullover shirt was taut across his large chest, displaying his muscled torso.
"So, any dietary restrictions?" Linda asked after a few other questions had been answered to her satisfaction.
"Uh, dietary?" Noel asked, putting his empty glass onto a coaster.
"Oh yeah, dude, I didn't tell you? Ms. Linda's a fantastic cook," Charles enthused.
"Wait a minute. Ms. Linda, this room; it comes with meals?" Noel asked, chocolate brown eyes opened wide.
"Well, of course. I can't very well fix myself supper and not have you join me, can I?" Linda asked, smiling. "And Charles is exaggerating; I would hardly call myself a fantastic cook."
As they sat and chatted, Linda could see the outline of a very long, very thick cock draped along his left thigh. Of course she'd heard rumors, had heard jokes about the size of a black cock. If that really was his cock and not a wadded up sock, like the wadded up sock Petey Whalen had used, then the rumors were true. At least, they were true in Noel Andrew Ridgelow's case.
"And she washes your clothes too," Charles threw in.
"Ma'am, I, where do I sign?" Noel asked. "I can give you first months and last month's rent up front. I need to fill out any paperwork?"
"I just need you to fill out some contact information; you know, who do I call in case of an accident, that sort of thing," Linda smiled, getting to her feet. "Would you like to see your room? Charles, be a sweetheart and put the glasses into the dishwasher please."
"Seriously? You, I get food, and you do laundry?" Noel asked as he followed Linda down the hallway.
"I have two sons; they're grown and married now," Linda smiled a little sadly. "So, this, this lets be be a mommy again and puts a little money into my pocket."
"Ms. Linda, that a chuck roast in the crock pot?" Charles asked.
"Yes. Go wash up for dinner; Noel, you are staying for supper, right?" Linda ordered.
Noel observed that Charles gave Ms. Linda a quick hug and a kiss to her cheek when he got up from the table. So, after his second plate of rice and gravy and tick slices of roast beef and carrots and peas, Noel gave Ms. Linda a one armed hug and a soft kiss to her cheek.
"This Saturday? After practice's over? I can move in?" Noel asked as he put his plate into the dishwasher.
"Yes, of course," Linda smiled.
At the door, she hugged and kissed Charles on his cheek. She then hugged Noel, but he had to bend over for her to be able to kiss his cheek.
Charles returned forty minutes later and was not surprised that Ms. Linda was waiting for him. She dragged him to her bedroom, stripped out of housedress and bra and panties and sucked his first ejaculation from his thick cock. Then she mounted him and bounced on him until he again spurted his excitement.
"Noel? I didn't know what kind of soap or shampoo you use," Linda apologized when Noel showed up on Saturday afternoon. "I buy the A & A Blackberry soap; I just love how it makes my skin feel. The shampoo, I just buy the suave brand."
"I think I hate Charles for not telling me about this place sooner," Noel smiled. "But Ms. Linda? Everyone just calls me Ridge."
"Does your mother call you Ridge?" Linda asked. "We're having chicken fried steak tonight; go get wash up."
"Yes ma'am," Noel smiled.
Saturday afternoon, Noel came home from another practice and found Ms. Linda had made brownies. Because it was brutally hot, she served the brownies ala mode. Shaking his head, Noel reminded her that 'Room for Rent' did not normally come with meals and laundry service. It certainly did not come with brownies with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream melting on it.
"Hush," Linda smiled. "I'm thinking a spicy chicken pepper stir fry for supper; that sound good?"
"Yes ma'am, Ms. Linda," Noel agreed. "Oh, hey, you got your hair done?"
"Oh, just a touch up," Linda smiled, pleased that he'd noticed.
As they sat to eat the meal that evening, Noel complimented her on her pretty satin robe. She smiled and pulled the sash on her red satin robe a little tighter around her waist.
After the meal, Linda suggested some Rum Collins and Noel agreed. Linda sent him to the living room and she would bring the drinks in.
Noel was startled when Ms. Linda walked into the living room from her kitchen, dressed in a bright red teddy. The front showed a generous amount of her large breasts and the rear was a thong, showing her incredible tight ass.
"Oh, no, sweet boy, come sit on the couch with me," Linda cooed, perching on the couch.
"I uh, yes, yes ma'am, Ms. Linda," Noel stammered, looking at her hard nipples and sleek legs.
He took the offered glass from her hand and took a large gulp of his drink. He looked down at her small hand when it came to rest on his dark brown thigh.
"I have a bit of a problem," Linda said, taking a generous sip of her drink. "And I'm hoping you can help me?"
"I uh, oh, oh yes ma'am, Ms. Linda, what you need?" Noel asked, finishing his drink in a long gulp.
"Well, I need to get fucked. I really need to get fucked good and hard," Linda smiled, rubbing his bare thigh from knee to just below the hem of his shorts. "Think you can help me?"
Linda couldn't hear her own words; her heart was hammering so loud in her chest and the blood was roaring in her ears. She couldn't believe how brazen, how forthright she was being.
"And if either Scotty or Glen had ever talked anything like that, I would have washed their mouths out with soap," Linda thought to herself.
"I uh, yes ma'am, I, I think I can help you," Noel agreed, placing his empty glass onto a coaster on her coffee table.
"Oh goody!" Linda smiled, draining her own glass and placing it onto a coaster.
She led the young man into her bedroom. The curtains were tightly drawn, but she had her bedside lamp on. Pausing by her bed, Linda turned and let out a little squeak.
Noel had pulled his shirt up and off and his body was magnificient. His dark skin looked warm in the soft lighting in the room. His muscles rippled as he bent to slide his shorts down and off.
"Oh my God," Linda thought as a beautiful black cock sprang into view.
Noel Ridgelow's fat nine inches had a thick vein wending its way along the underside. The head looked like a dark plum. The large sac underneath housed two impressively large looking balls.
Linda slipped the spaghetti straps of her teddy off of her shoulders and let the garment slide to the floor. Her ego did take a little leap when she saw Noel's cock give an appreciative little twitch when she bared her body to his gaze.
Sinking to her knees in front of the standing giant, Linda grasped his large cock and marveled at the steel rigidity just underneath the velvet soft skin. It was warm to the touch. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, Linda first licked around his fat knob. Then she swallowed the head into her mouth, continuing to lick all around the plum shaped knob.
Since her first time with Lawrence and Charles, Linda's oral skills had improved vastly. She'd not been able to pull all of their respectable lengths into her mouth and she knew she'd never be able to deep throat this impressive beast. She used her hands to stroke the length that she could not fit into her mouth. What she could fit, she lapped at hungrily.
Noel let out a groan of pleasure. Linda felt a jolt of pride at being able to cause that groan of pleasure. She could taste Noel's excitement as fluid seeped from the tip of his cock into her sucking mouth. Linda bobbed her head back and forth, continuing to stroke him.
"I, Ms. Linda, I, I'm 'bout to..." Noel panted.
